She Says

Two pieces of a puzzle
Is how we fit.
Spoken to me
In charming wit. How true of course,
Sub-conscience claimed
Alas, my heart
Might soon be tamed. So warm are thee,
As we cast together,
Screaming to myself -
These feelings end never!
Lunar radiance, perfect thus night.
Embracing more than flesh so tight. Kissing, caressing - till early morn.
Souls desiring more-
my patience is torn Agreeing to myself
She might be right-
Perfectly fitting this warm spring night.

by Antonio Simoneli

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